Signing Times

As I sat at my desk, desperate to conquer some of my ever-growing, never diminishing “To Do List,” I realized IT WASN’T GONNA HAPPEN.  It was 1:30. I hadn’t even showered,  I hadn’t eaten lunch, and I certainly hadn’t called the woman to “handle the thing” (I assume in every marriage, someone always is obligated to call someone about “the thing.” Right?) I climbed out of the chair and sank to the floor,  strewn with random “toys” from my office… a remote control, a roll of tape, an old calculator and a giant stuffed Elmo.  I turned to Baby-Ko. He squinted and smiled from ear to ear. Finally, Mama. Didn’t you realize ...Read More